On Children

Your children are not your childrenThey are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itselfThey come through you but they are not from you and though they are with youThey belong not to youYou can give them your love but not your thoughtsThey have their own thoughtsYou can house their bodies but not their soulsFor their souls dwell in a place of tomorrowWhich you cannot visit not even in your dreamsYou can strive to be like themBut you cannot make them just like youStrive to be like themBut you cannot make them just like you